On certain summer days
it is clear
heaven is here with us.
July Morn
Threatening skies
don’t intimidate
wild grass
In Place
An open stretch of sky, grass as soft as velvet
the wandering Connecticut River within reach;
all is well, God is near.
Change
The thunderhead rolls in
soon to darken the blue sky with rain
and throw lightening bolts like Zeus.
So Blue the Sky
so still the brook.
Look deep into the water
and see heaven.
Lonesome for Sunshine
Some days in April
Spring feels farther away
than in December.
Procession
Clouds gather in formation
ascending towards the heavens
marching across the sky
as pines stand sentry to their parade.
Forsythia
Before the sky is reliably blue
before the fields have greened
forsythia champions Spring.
River Road
Take the slow way home along River Road.
Rest on the shoulder, marvel at the canopy of clouds.
Before the Storm
the sky gathers greyness and weight
and pushes itself upon us blanketing us with
anticipation in the stillness and the stirring smell of approaching snow.
Wide Sky
The southern wind announces Spring is on her way to us.
These clouds are ruffles on her petticoats.
Blue Sky through Pines
The afternoon sky’s hues of blue
momentarily quenched my thirst for Spring.
February Afternoon
Cozy on the couch beneath the quilt
daydreams gather and drift by like the clouds.
Beautiful Day
A lace of branches
across the painted sky
the world is dressed up
and waiting for time to pass by.
Leaf, Sky, Clouds
Through storms and bright blue bitter cold
tenacity holds the leaf to the stem.
Lavender Day, Blue Mountain
To stand in the quiet
and witness the beauty and transience of a single moment
expands the soul.
Landscape
Every evening as day departs
the sky reveals a secret
about the passage of time.
Full Moon
A walk in the woods
by the light of the moon
enchanted reverie
Color of Cold
The deeper the blue,
the colder the cold.
Layers
The granite layer cake was frosted with snow.
It keep well for several centuries at room temperature.
When the sun often licked off all the icing
the sky simply applied another layer.
Winter’s Day
The sky moves as fast as the days are short.
Cold is gathering, gathering, gathering.
Solitude
Alone in the fields
contemplation holds my hand.
Reverence is my path.
Freezing Reflection
The ice erases
the sky and trees
as it creeps across the pond.
Day Break
Gently comes the new day.
Roof Tops
as cold gathers in the big grey sky.
Bent
refused to be broken
and dared to reach for the sky.
Painted Sky
I live in art.
Maxfield Parish
painted my sky.
